"But if you really have some sort of weird taste, I won't laugh at you."
"....."
"Or if you really are jealous, I would be very happy."
"....."
Wen Qiao lay down on the bed and snuggled into the blanket, comfortably sighing.
Before closing her eyes, she didn't forget to say goodnight to Fu Jinghen, "President Fu, good night, don't work too late, or I'll feel heartache."
"Shut up, annoying."
"Oh."
Wen Qiao was truly tired. From the moment she opened her eyes this morning, she had been busy like a spinning top, worrying about Luo Bin's matters while filming. In the evening, she even heroically rescued someone in the lake, and was utterly exhausted by the end of the day.
Soon after, she fell into a deep sleep.
Listening to the silence from the other side of the bed, Fu Jinghen turned his head to look.
